He fears his chest might burst right open; but the pressure builds only to abate and settle in the most fortifying manner. He inclines his head, sliding both hands around the bend of Glitch's arm, and presses his forehead to his shoulder.

If Glitch won't be on his own, then what better company? None present, surely.

"No. Never. We've no such thing in Persia. I confess I am quite unsure what it entails."